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Sep 2021
I've lost my will
My need to speak
My words are just words
And my lungs have grown weak
There is no more beauty
To be spilled from my heart
My hands have gone stiff
Incapable of art

Do you ever wish to go back
To before we all died
Before the lights went dim
And we went out with the tide
I miss being happy
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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   Benzene
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